إليك بعثناها شوارد ضمنت

معاين لولاها لما شرف الشعرُ

We sent her to you as scattering thoughts

With meanings that without her poetry's honor would not be

عروساً ولكن زوجت بنت ليلة

مخدرة لكن فكري لها خدر

A bride, yet wed to a daughter of the intoxicating night

My mind is seduced by her intoxication

إذا قال جسمي تستحل بحلة

تقول له رجلاى بل مهرها مهر

When my body says she is adorned in beauty

I tell it, no, her dowry is her dowry

فمن لي به لا الدهم فازت بلونه

ولا البرش حازت بردتيه ولا الصفر

So who could have her? Not melancholy, her color conquered it

Nor pallor, her blush and paleness she overtook

كميت تذال الشهب والبلق إن بدا

وتسمو بما نالته من شبهه الشقر

Stars wane and the full moon, if they appear

She rises above with what she attained of her blondness

يخوض إذا لاقى دماً مثل لونه

ولا ماء إلا ماء رونقه الغمر

It plunges when it meets blood like its hue

And no water but the water made verdant by immersion

فغرته مبيضة وحجوله

ولكن اريقت فوق سائره الخمر

So its whiteness and cheeks delighted her

But above the rest she spilled the wine

وأسبق من عاف إليك وشاعر

قوافيه أفراد محجلة غر

And I outpace those who returned to you and the poet

Whose rhymes are unmatched, unparalleled pearls

فلو شامه في ارض فارس فارس

لما امسيا الا ومصر له مصر

So if he smelled the land of Persia, a Persian

By nightfall they would be Egypt to him, Egypt

نتاج فتى في الحرب تنتج خيله

وبالدم تسقى والنزال لها ضمر

The offspring of a warrior whose horses he sires

Watered by blood, war smolders in them